And the light at the end of the tunnel, is the light of an oncoming train #hmhb pic.twitter.com/59m6MHJqQw

— Kevin N Prince (@mr45144) August 29, 2014

Tell us what happened just before this moment…

“How did I end up here?” Wylie thought to himself as he watched the train approach.  “This wasn’t supposed to happen…I was supposed to retire in Florida…I was supposed to catch that gosh dang Road Runner once and for all, but instead, it ends like this…what a waste…If I could go back, I would change it all, I would marry my high school crush, I would go to college, I wou-”  A relieved chirping sound comes from the cliff as train collides with Wylie and his body is split into a million pieces.  The Road Runner was finally free.

Avril Lavigne and Lil’ Mama are fleeing the scene of the crime to the tune of “Girlfriend.” 

I feel as though I am drifting deep, deep, and still even deeper and all the while lessening my grip on what is real and what is not.  I am seemingly so in a trivial state of consciousness, though my mind is leaven my body is weighted, as if heavily sedated.  It is at this very awareness I feel disheveled, tossed about carelessly.

  An overwhelming sense of fear is what comes to mind as I awaken And the light at the end of the tunnel, blinding with all of its brightness is the light of an oncoming train….No, wait it’s not a train.  It’s the vision first seen once waking, just being dazed by my soon to be husband Ray Rice and he’s dragging me………

Ghosts, trains, or mountain men who don’t appreciate trespassers.  I didn’t know which was scarier as I held hands with the teacher in front of me and behind me and our human chain played inch worm through the pitch black train tunnel near Cullowhee.  We were participating in a summer workshop at Western Carolina University and the scary tunnel spelunking was considering a team-bonding experience.  Our fearless leader, William, was an accomplished storyteller who built the drama literally step-by-step.  Talk about a blind trust walk.  We could see nothing, nothing — until, the tunnel’s walls began to glow with eerie neon green eyes surrounding us.  The story goes that these were the eyes of the slaves forced to build the tunnel and they still haunted it.  Forget the science of bioluminescence.  This was great interactive storytelling!  Well, until we exited the tunnel, walked a few hundred feet ahead, and then heard the blast of a train whistle.  And the light at the end of the tunnel, was the light of an oncoming train.  We all swallowed hard and William for once was speechless.
[btw Not easy to find terrestrial bioluminescence especially in a cave.  Here’s an idea of what this looks like — http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foxfire#mediaviewer/File:Omphalotus_nidiformis_lawson_lightoff_email.jpg

I look up from my book to see the light shining through the tunnel as the train comes whizzing by. I start to gather my things together but I realize the train isn’t mine. It was like the train didn’t even bat an eye, it just kept going like the station was completely invisible. I began to grow anxious thinking I had missed the train. I settle back into my book reflecting on each page. A few minutes pass and I’m feeling better. I hear another whistle from the dark passageway and the light starts to shine from around the corner. The single head light from the train silently stares at me, until it slowly screeches to a halt at the platform in front of me. I hear the conductor call my destination over the loud speaker and I head to the nearest door. As I step up to the train I look back at the town I called home. I knew there was a lot of great things headed my way, but I can’t help but miss the great times I had in this town. As I look out over downtown I realize that I am closing a chapter in my big novel I call life and I am beginning a wonderful new one. And I can’t help but gleam with excitement.

As the paint fills the cracks, the fumes fill the air and the rattle of the can echoes through the silence of the dark tunnel, suddenly he hears the dings of the railroad crossing sign alerting him a train is coming. He then takes a minute to look into the tunnel and noticed a train coming through, not just an ordinary train however. After looking closely, he sees that it is a police train…He now knows the graffiti that filled the empty space of the walls was never never a good idea, and as the light at the end of the tunnel gets closer, his fate will be determined.

Thinking that things are finally getting better.  Thinking that you are finally going to get clean.  Thinking positive thoughts and smiling because everything is going to be okay…  There is warm light all around me.  I feel so hopeful that everything is going to be different now.  You will be the son that a mother can be proud of.  I see the light at the end of the tunnel,  I see it now,  things getting better, no wait.. I see the light at the end of the tunnel, it’s the light of an oncoming train…..

A train trip with friends.

Clackety track reminder.

Forgot your flash drive.
Click here for a full explanation of this haiku, in case you aren’t a rabid fan of The Big Bang Theory television show:

http://rambling.wafflestomping.com/ds106/clackeyt-clack-dont-talk-back/

Things have only been going down hill. This is your chance. You have been unemployed now for far too long, and you have been losing sight of your dream, but everyone kept telling you to wait. Wait for the light at the end of the tunnel. But the light at the end of a tunnel is an oncoming train. And they were right. You only had to wait.

“Finally,” she thought as she saw the light at the end of the tunnel from the oncoming train. She looked at her watch. It was 8:50pm. She had been waiting for nearly 45 minutes for the train to come past her vantage point. Pressing lightly on the button on her wrist, she made the hood of her speed suit extend over her head to get her red hair back and out of her way. The ground began to rumble as the train came closer to exiting the tunnel. “I hope this mission is quick,” she mumbled out loud, “I have a math test tomorrow.” She quickly pulled out the Kimmunicator and asked, “Wade, what’s the sitch?”

The light at the end of the tunnel would be thinking that you are in the clear after your two game suspension is almost up after brutally punching and knocking out your now wife in an elevator and then realizing that light is really a train when TMZ releases video footage of what actually happened in the elevator and you’re all of a sudden cut by your team and suspended by the NFL. 
http://profootballtalk.nbcsports.com/2014/09/08/ravens-release-running-back-ray-rice-after-video-emerges/

… And the light at the end of the tunnel, is the light of an oncoming train – the bottle is empty and there is nothing left to live for. 

A group of my friends and I decided to take a trip out to an abandoned sanitarium. The main entrance to is blocked off and patrolled by the local park rangers. The only way to get to it is about a 1/2 mile walk on train tracks. We started out journey along the tracks until we reached the final stretch. It’s a dark long tunnel. Walking into the tunnel we started yelling to hear the echo. After a few minutes I started to feel something on the tracks. Under my feet the rails started to shake. Intensifying every second. Next thing I know I hear the train horn as loud as ever before. I look up and see the light coming. We all started to panic and turn to get out of the tunnel as fast as we could. We were running as fast as we could. It felt like the train was right on our heels. The conductor released the horn telling us to get out of the way. One of the girls in the group lost a flip flop on the tracks. She turned for a split second thinking about grabbing the shoe but we yelled to keep running. I didn’t think we were going to make it until I saw the entrance. “Just a little farther” I thought to myself. We get out of the tunnel and immediately make a sharp left turn. There was a hill bordering the tracks so we pushed everyone up as far as possible. I was at the bottom with another guy and we laid flat on the hill. Within a second of getting out of the tunnel the train passed us and the wind was so intense but at the same time I had a huge adrenaline rush. After a couple of minutes the train was fully passed. We all took a deep breath and then said how scary that was but was also an experience like no other. Let’s just say there was no chance of me taking a picture like the one Kevin Price tweeted.
Check out my webpage to see some pictures of the Henryton Sanitarium. http://www.tpeedhispants.com/

I heard the rumble

coming down the tracks

I heard the rumble

coming toward my back
I was painting fast

fast as I could paint

I was painting fast

then I felt so faint
The train was coming

nothing I could do

the train was coming

I jumped down and flew
As the light shown out

I crossed the tracks quick

As the light shown out

I snapped another pic
Now as you can see

there was a red light

now as you can see

I wasn’t very bright
If you see the train

coming at you so fast

if you see the train

let it move on past
After all that happened, and I lived to tell the tale

I watched the train keep moving, and heard the whistle wail.

If I keep on painting, where I really shouldn’t

I’ll watch my life in danger, and hope my luck doesn’t fail.

(From the perspective of a girl who had lived in nature her entire life, not yet encountering modern technology)
As I continued walking down the dirt path leading me through lush grasses and tall trees, a feeling of nostalgia overcame me. The air was pure and nature was quiet, not like the smells and sounds from the “city.” It was peaceful. I kept following the path, but then I started to feel a vibration coming from the ground that stopped me in my tracks. Curiosity drove me to continue pushing through some tall bushes revealing an intimidating metal road leading into a massive stone cave where the vibrating was coming from. The rumbles and roars of whatever was nearing the opening of the cave grew louder. I stood in the middle of the metal path, scared, curious, and waiting. The creature let out a high pitched roar and all I could see was a yellow light in the distance, approaching me fast.

Locomotive #1 released a plume of steam as it waited for the 16.03 Virgin intercity to pass to its right. The driver was looking at her fitbit when the points jerkily changed. From the bank Gwilym whispered the codeword ‘”SIBC?” and then “SICC?”, before beginning the furtive, undignified scramble back to his autonomous vehicle. His receding back would barely register the impact.

After years of blaming himself for the death of his wife, Edward, unable to maintain his house or hold down his job, leaves it all behind, sells off all of his possessions and begins to live the rest of his life as a nomad. He leaves no note to family or friends, he just leaves. No longer will he have to be reminded of the pain that he has endured. He’ll follow the train tracks west. He approaches a tunnel on the first day of his new life, he hears a train whistle echoing through the tunnel, tears begin to roll down his cheeks, as the train rumbles toward him he steps onto the tracks…